i linger

…in the vibrant notes of a past june's laughter, a melody we unknowingly sealed with a february's silence. it is a uniquely torturous form of grief - a phantom whisper of joy, a ghost of a connection once beautiful, but fractured in the passage of time. 

we were artists of a memory that was too fleeting to last, both of us enamoured within something we couldn't possibly know was fragile until it was too late. 

the dissonance between now and what once was is almost comparable to a haunting soundtrack modulated into a key ever so solemn and unfamiliar. it cruelly serenades me, against the stark quiet of everything that remains.